User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-4677325-20160506174208

"That it is." Falkin proceeded to walk over to one of the crates, crouching down and grunting painfully as he tried to lift it. He looked back over at the badger. "Say, you don't... happen to have any smaller crates, do you?"